VVS

I just put them vvs in my necklace
Every diamond for my nigga in them trenches

Bitch call me yo majesty I ball like a athlete
Two tone Richard Mille I groupies trynna tackle me
Real ain't what you say my nigga It go off ya actions
I been up in them hills Up In the sticks I'm fuckin actresses

Backwoods of gelato Hope and pray I don't get cancer
My plug threw me a brick I ran it back like Dora Danner

Ouu

I'm way out yo league Ouu
This oyster perpetual
10,000 degrees I got the block Feelin incredible
7 bands a get u 3 15 off them edibles
He try to front some backdoor Sealed up shit smelled like oregano

On the road to riches couple niggas that won't make it
I even cut my auntie off once I seen her statement

Came a long way from that futon sleeping in the basement
200 on this digi dash I whip it like I'm racin

Woah

Uh I'm so short on patience
(What)
New crib got no neighbors
(Yea)
A pool and elevator
Uh All my outfits tailored

I just put them vvs in my necklace
Every diamond for my nigga that I lost up in them trenches
We came up from the bottoms young and wreckless
I be balling on these niggas keep them haters on the benches

Came up rom the jungle Shit my shooters with the shits
Lay a hand stacks I up this tool and let it spit

I jus flew from Cali I don't see the China man
Every where I go I bring that stick like a blind man
Know I got the super soakers like the taliban
Now she want del friscos Man it's gettin outta hand
U get a 4 for 4 If u let a nigga score
I Pass ya to my partner U get broke off on the floor

The money on the table All this money is amazing
I made 100 thousand I ain't waitin on no tables

Tre pound 7 on me wit da Idaho potato
Check u like u verified and send u to ya maker

Floating off them xanies in the land wit the candy
Sha Nay Nay got me dripping Blue Berkin bag it's vintage

I Let of the Draco they start dodging and start dippin
Prices went up nigga is u coppin or u bitchin



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Writer(s): Shawmar Rogers
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